...batches of clone eggs for you that I've synthesized. I'm expecting all accounted for, I'm waiting.
Will do, Lex, fine.
Will they outlive me?
Mmmm...yes...
Chunky batch.

Unbenign, unbenign, unbenign, unbenign
Unbenign, unbenign, unbenign, unbenign
Unbenign, unbenign, unbenign, unbenign
Unbenign, unbenign, un...

...then there's this blonde archer wearing some green underpants...
...about aborting the reign of Super Friends...

League of Villainy knew that as time went by they'd get a little more evil and a little more power...
It's all the same genes, in this case incubated by someone who's always unseen (...)

His feathers making me sneezy, I see Hawkman is molting...
Inquired as to "Why Aquaman...?"

Grown clone stew...
A plot to slay everybody and...

Fly, small enough to put in (...) Pym says empty is the dipstick...
There were no tiny enough tights to stay on,
And ultimately (...) fell down
Suddenly...
He may stumble running...

Pace your bots
The automatons
Afraid they'll fry (...)
No program for a reason
Undesigned, undesigned
How to know?
How do they know?

Unbenign, unbenign, unbenign, unbenign

I explained, you immerse them (...)
Ergo, take a sample
Whatever you're brewing
I transformed them to absurd height, immortal lives...
Be a spite, be a blight
Spite, blight, spite, blight
Spite
Unbenign, unbenign, unbenign, unbenign
Bli-i-i-ight
Bli-i-i-i-ight
Unbenign, unbenign, unbenign, unbenign
I've mixed in a vat
It may be a few days' wait
Imbued with psych now!
And well buffed at that...
(...) Taking our side's descent
(...) Moral dark

With Hydra have made this union
We have crossover plotlines, aha...
Undefined
(...) With the maturation
They are primed to kill
The plot, the cyberbots...
(Blubbb, glubbb, bluuuubbb, gluuubbbb, bluuubbbb)

A man without powers is brains and brawn
As the Batman is well-noted to be one
He really can fly, as his cape, has that function...

Man of Steel was steeling, and his cape was red and his suit blue,
And his mind was read...

Oh, right!
He's in disguise with those glasses on his face
I think, oh, they may be tinted
And you know he's squinting
To fool his friends...

Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind...

Perry White called me that he'd better send his ace reporter to write it (...)
"Yellow-undies Clark"
But, super-mode, he went against the menace instead
That grave disrepair would wreak, and wasn't up to good at all
So the Hordes of Hydra joined the League of Villains, as Kent could see

Lob that brick, lob that brick

With their yellow suits, my ring is useless and so are my glutes
Now Diana Prince is twirling
Wow!
Punch for punching, and ropes for roping
Bands for bonding, and grips for groping
Things for thinging, and wings for winging
...Under the gaze of the Watchers
Unobserved is their power in the wielding

Unbenign, unbenign, unbenign, unbenign

Destiny restores a delicate balance
Treading lesser known yet bolder names
The Black Vulcan, the Flash
El Dorado?

Eat fist, Luthor, may you serve in hell

Baby, you're nothing
Zip, zero...
Faded king of men, imperious in prison
Could be infinite thing...
Oh heck, at most a week 'cause that's how it goes
You'll be escaping
Anytime, anytime, anytime, anytime...
Or, you'll become Quaker

Whoop that trick, whoop that trick, whoop that trick, whoop that trick,
Whoop that trick, whoop that trick, whoop that trick, whoop that trick...